a poem in my pocket

too easy angered,

people succumb to hatred

news gives me the chills

dissidents forced to conform

who can save us from ourselves?

A tanka linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosted by Chevrefeuille.

my full moon-struck mind

meanders across misted expanse

catching on pinpricks of stars;

bumped off-course by wind howl

awakens foggy with dreams shredded.

Thank you, Father,
for ears to hear the
cacophonous symphony
of your amazing world;
each ear catches sound
and plays its own drum,
as tiny hammer, anvil
and stirrup ossicles
vibrate liquid waves
through spiraled cochlea
where hair receptors translate
electrical impulse to brain,
recognizing robin’s song

Blessed are you, great Designer!

Thank you, Father
for eyes to see the
panoramic kaleidoscope
of your amazing world;
each eye catches light
and refracts it through
pupil and lens aperture
as it passes through
vitreous humour jelly
to focus image on retina
where photoreceptors
translate electrical impulse
to brain by optic nerve,
recognizing child’s face.

Blessed are you, mighty Creator!

Response to David Whyte’s “Blessing for Sound” and “Blessing for Light” poems featured at dVerse poets tonight. Whom do we bless? Whom do we thank?

We celebrate starlorn season
and imagine it will always be
the way of traditional reason.

A quiet comfort finds me
hanging handmade ornaments
on lisolia of worn Christmas tree.

Can’t ignore niggling etherness
of family Christmas gathering;
another empty place at meal.

Alpert trumpets carols on CD
which triggers sharp heartspur
as one of Dad’s favorites on key.

Once our parents leave home,
we become orphans in the world;
itchy heartmoor destined to roam.

Sleepy grandchild’s goodbye hug
and door closes in aftergloom of
wrapping paper and crumbs on rug.

Linda Lee Lyberg introduces dVerse poets to The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig…you may need it to figure out the words in this poem.

At advent, we may miss seeing God due to our own inattention.